Shangri-la Frontier Game Novels & Stories

The air around the area warped and formed a round vortex over two meters in diameter. Zayn was incredulous to see something so unusual. It was like nothing he had ever seen before in his life. Something like that seemed to defy the laws of physics and basic understanding of the natural world. Nevertheless, he had no choice but to accept the reality before him. Next to him, Bjorn’s eyes lit up as he said excitedly, “Shangri-la is opening! It’s finally open! I heard that the opportunities found in Shangri-la this time are going to be bigger than before! I’m going to seize the chance to make a breakthrough to invincibilis state at one go!”

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

Charlie spoke up, “It’s okay if you cannot get out. I’ll provide you with enough food and water. If you really cannot come out, you can just stay in the forest for a few days and experience the beauty of nature.” As he spoke, Charlie asked Isaac, “Does Shangri-La have the relevant qualification and permit to operate tourism businesses?” “Of course.” Isaac hurriedly said, “All of Shangri-La’s tourism qualifications are very complete.” Charlie smiled and said, “That’s great. You can launch an activity called the ‘Wilderness Survival: Deep Mountain Adventure Tour’ immediately. The feature of this activity is to experience survival in the wilderness. The organizer of this activity is Shangri-La,

An old, ornate mirror was displaying names in glowing red script: 【DEATH COUNTDOWN】 Each player's name had a 72-hour timer next to it—except mine. My name was a blurry mess, completely illegible. 【What's wrong with Harper's name?】 【A system bug?】 【Or did her little stunt change something?】 "That's not fair!" Linda’s sharp voice cut through the silence. She glared at me, her eyes full of venom. "Why is her information hidden? She must be cheating!" Kevin pushed up his glasses. "From a probabilistic standpoint, Harper's anomalous behavior may have triggered a hidden mechanic. I suggest we maintain our distance."

{DANTE} “This better be important.” I put my phone on speaker and shrugged off my jacket. “This is the first damn break I’ve had since I landed.” My trip to San Francisco had been a whirlwind of meetings, photo ops, and dealing with people whose heads were so far up their asses they’d require surgery to see daylight. I’d barely slept in the past forty-eight hours, but we were finally closing the deal with Franco Santeri in two hours. Until then, I wanted to shower, eat, and, if I was lucky, grab some shuteye for five minutes.

I silently thank the Goddess that I kept my thin shirt on last night, too exhausted to pull it off. I notice a scroll on the ground close to my feet. I pick it up, and unfold it carefully, revealing precise, looping penmanship: ‘Step into Trial number three, Where shadows dance and none are free. In forest depths, you now remain, Where strength and wit may bring you gain. The bands you seek are high and bold, Taken from hands now growing cold. Collect the most and rise with pride, Or leave with nothing, cast aside. The final game begins today— Only nine are left to play.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

Modern. Private. Lived-in. This wasn’t Riccardo’s world. This belonged to someone else. A man lived here. She stepped forward cautiously— and froze. “You’re either very lost…” A voice behind her. Calm. Younger. Amused. Amara turned— too quickly. Her heel caught the edge of the carpet. She stumbled backward— toward a sharp display of swords mounted on the wall. A hand caught her instantly. Firm. Strong. Pulling her forward before impact.